The first thing I did was to go and have breakfast in Cafe Slavia, which Petra had pointed out to me the day before. It doesn't really look much from the outside but it has an incredibly evocative interior. From there I walked back across the Legii bridge to the Lesser Town and walked up towards the castle, stopping to look in the sumptuous Church of St Nicholas.
I reached the castle via Nerudova Street, which is very pretty and very steep, cobbled and lined with shops and restaurants, still sporting their old signs - most of them in painted plaster set into the walls.
The castle was much busier than it had been the evening before and for the first time I felt like a tourist, in among all the other tourists. The castle isn't really like an English castle, but instead it is a complex of buildings - many of them huge - including the famous St Vitus's Cathedral that appears in almost every view of Prague.
I bought a 'quick visit' ticket that allowed me access to the cathedral (although I discovered I had to pay extra to take photos). It doesn't quite live up to the exterior but it has lots of quirky details, huge flying silver angels above the tomb of St John Nepomuk and some very nice stained glass, some of which is my Alphonse Mucha.
The castle also houses a beautiful Romanesque church - St George's Basilica. This was so so restful after the extravegances of the Baroque churches. The interior is lovely with some nice frescos.
The castle also houses the famous Golden Lane, once home to alchemists and, for a while, Franz Kafka. The tiny houses are little museums and shops now, each a different colour. It is a magnet for tourists of course. I had been asked several times to take photo of couples - I think having a large camera round my neck makes me look like I know what I'm doing - so I wasn't surprised when two Japanese schoolgirls asked if it was OK to take a photograph. I happily agreed, only to discover that they didn't want me to take a photo of them, they wanted to take a photo of one of them standing with me. I think the fact that I was wearing a black suit and coat, a tie and black trilby hat was enough.
After looking at the view, I walked down the Old Castle Steps, across Nánusûv bridge and into the Jewish Quarter - the Josefov. I had been here already with Petra but I was determined to see the Jewish Cemetery if nothing else.
I bought a ticket allowing me into all the synagogues and the cemetery and after looking in the Ceremonial Hall and the Klausen Synagogue, I wandered over to the famous Staranova Synagoga - the Old-New Synagogue - which must have the most unprepossessing doorway ever. I walked past it twice and when I did finally open it, it creaked and scraped the ground as though it hadn't been used in a century.
The Old-New Synagogue is a lovely building. It is very old and reminded me of St George's Basilica at the Castle. This may be explained by the fact that it was built for the Jews by gentiles. It is in effect Gothic, with ribbed vaulting and so on - but it is also a very different kind of space with a totally different layout.
The Golem was still supposed to be in the genizah of the Old-New Synagogue - though of course many have looked (including, according to Richard, Terry Pratchett when he visited Prague). The guide at the synagogue said she had a theory about the Golem and I was expecting to hear that she thought it was a story that was meant to be more symbolic, when she told me that she thought that the Golem would have been broken and forgotten about in the genizah, then buried in one of the periodic clear-outs. She thought the Golem was buried in the Jewish Cemetery.
I had a late lunch in Bakehouse Praha on V. Kolkovné near the fittingly odd Franz Kafka monument, and very good it was too. I had not been inundated with either fruit nor vegetables since I arrived in Prague and it was nice to have a salad.
After lunch I visited the Spanish Synagogue, which is as different from the Old-New Synagogue as it is possible to be. It was built in the 1850s and seems like the equivelant of one of those English opulent Victorian Gothic churches, with every surface covered in pattern. It is a spectacular interior, for sure, but I preferred the quietude of the Old-New Synagogue
I set off back to the Old Town and found myself at the clock tower as the hour was about to strike. I joined the rest of the tourists as rain began to fall and watched the show for the second time. Light was fading and I proceeded to lose all sense of direction and actually ended up walking in a complete circle, ending up back in the Old Town Square when I was sure I was heading for the river.
I just had enough time to have a browse in the wonderful secondhand bookshop I'd been into with Richard before heading back to my hotel. On the way back I heard shouting and watched with other bemused passers by as a woman strode along the wet pavements, shouting at the top of her voice. What she was shouting about, I couldn't say.
At the pedestrian crossing by Cafe Slavia - the crossings tick in Prague, rather than bleep, by the way - I set off across the road to see a car turning right across into the stream of pedestrians. It paused momentarily and then floored the accelerator, the tyres spinning on the wet cobbles, before racing away along the riverside. It was pure luck that it didn't kill someone. It was the only display of aggression I had seen in Prague.
It was dark now, and raining. I checked out of my hotel and David Kočár arrived to drive me to the airport. He was the partner of one of the cast and it was incredibly kind of him, given that the airport is not exactly close and he told me in the car that this had been his second trip there that day, having driven his mother there in the morning. David was yet another young, clever, witty, creative type - a filmmaker this time - and again spoke fluent English.
I saw a lot while I was in Prague, but it was the people I met there who made it such a great experience. I want to thank them all and wish them well in all their endeavours. I hope to be back one day soon.